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There are two brown eyes,
Not gold like honey but,
Auburn like chestnuts.
A galaxy of autumn leaves.
He is my favorite season.
There are two ears,
They do not hear to reply,
Rather they listen to understand.
A living diary I tell my stories too.
He is my favorite confidant.
There are two strong arms,
Not massive or overbearing,
But comforting and secure.
A fortress I can conceal myself within.
He is my most trusted shield.
There is a smile,
Brilliant and inviting,
Pure and blinding.
A sight I hope to never lose.
His laughter is my favorite song.
There are two tiny feet,
Not like an infant,
But a toddler.
A loud noise I’ll stop hearing all too soon.
Her livelihood is my favorite show.
Two tiny hands,
Not too small,
But smaller still than mine.
A grasp I never want to let go of.
She is my favorite hand to hold.
Two hazel eyes,
Shimmering like gold,
Blazing with a fire.
A galaxy of water, earth, fire, and air.
She is the globe my life rotates around.
A place of comfort,
What might that be?
A couch or a chair,
Perhaps a bed with silk sheets and feather pillows.
Or maybe a best friend and loving child.
Two beautiful souls I could never live without.
To celebrate my comfort,
I must celebrate two, without which I could never truly be home.
About the Creator
Theresa M Hochstine
I am a stay at home mom who writes for the love of it. I am passionate about writing as it is a constructive way for me to process negative emotions and work through my PTSD. Many of the stories are pulled from nightmares I have had. Enjoy!
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